Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.